Falling On My Pen
Apr. 14th, 2005 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qosThe bloody paper was due at 7pm not 8pm.
The WebCT site no longer allows the assignment to be uploaded.
I have emailed it to my prof.
I've been saying for the past couple of months that this is a period of discernment, that I needed to complete this quarter of seminary and then spend the summer working on my shamanic studies and doing various kinds of internal checking and external research about what I really need to be doing, before I make a final decision about whether to commit to finishing this degree or not.
But the longer this quarter drags on, the more I feel like I should have taken the advice of the prof I spoke with during the break and simply have withdrawn then.
No, I shouldn't have, because then I might always have wondered if I had done the right thing.
But I am not enjoying this quarter the way I had hoped -- or the way I have enjoyed most of the rest of them. And the longer it drags on the more growly I get. I feel like a tiger in a cage, and it doesn't matter if I'm getting thick slabs of meat pushed through the bars every day. . . I'm blunting my teeth on the bars in my effort to get out and stalk my own food.
Which, come to think of it, is not so inaccurate a metaphor.
The WebCT site no longer allows the assignment to be uploaded.
I have emailed it to my prof.
I've been saying for the past couple of months that this is a period of discernment, that I needed to complete this quarter of seminary and then spend the summer working on my shamanic studies and doing various kinds of internal checking and external research about what I really need to be doing, before I make a final decision about whether to commit to finishing this degree or not.
But the longer this quarter drags on, the more I feel like I should have taken the advice of the prof I spoke with during the break and simply have withdrawn then.
No, I shouldn't have, because then I might always have wondered if I had done the right thing.
But I am not enjoying this quarter the way I had hoped -- or the way I have enjoyed most of the rest of them. And the longer it drags on the more growly I get. I feel like a tiger in a cage, and it doesn't matter if I'm getting thick slabs of meat pushed through the bars every day. . . I'm blunting my teeth on the bars in my effort to get out and stalk my own food.
Which, come to think of it, is not so inaccurate a metaphor.
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Date: 2005-04-15 04:14 am (UTC)